He and Sheng Feng hadn't directly come to blows yet, so their relationship was still at a half standstill.
But if he didn't let them move in now, Sheng Feng would inevitably make his move against Luo Qiangwei, and he absolutely couldn't take that risk.
Sheng Feng was not so easy to deal with either. He needed time.
"Deal with what," Luo Qiangwei sneered with her lips curled, "considering who should be the first wife and who the second between me and Sheng Miao?"
"Them staying here temporarily won't affect you," Mo Shiche's arms gradually tightened around her, imprisoning her in his embrace, "You can still rest easy with your pregnancy. Nothing will change. I'll still only be with you."
No impact, huh.
Did he think her heart was made of iron? Impervious to all weapons?
Luo Qiangwei closed her eyes, her voice cold, "Since you're willing to live with Sheng Miao, after all, this villa is now in your name,"
Then she opened her eyes, her throat rough, "I'll leave, I'll move out."
